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Kipling, Rudyard, 1865-1936

"From Mine Own People"

I can't see very well--will you count it into my
hand?"
"If they all took their passages like that instead of talking about their
trunks, life would be worth something," said the clerk to his neighbour, who
was trying to explain to a harassed mother of many that condensed milk is just
as good for babes at sea as daily dairy. Being nineteen and unmarried, he spoke
with conviction.
"We are now," quoth Dick, as they returned to the studio, patting the place
where his money-belt covered ticket and money, "beyond the reach of man, or
devil, or woman--which is much more important. I"ve had three little affairs to
carry through before Thursday, but I needn't ask you to help, Bess. Come here
on Thursday morning at nine. We'll breakfast, and you shall take me down to
Galleons Station."
"What are you going to do?"
"Going away, of course. What should I stay for?"
"But you can't look after yourself?"
"I can do anything. I didn't realise it before, but I can. I've done a great
deal already. Resolution shall be treated to one kiss if Bessie doesn't
object." Strangely enough, Bessie objected and Dick laughed. "I suppose you're
right. Well, come at nine the day after tomorrow and you'll get your money."
"Shall I sure?"
"I don't bilk, and you won't know whether I do or not unless you come.


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